On Our Wedding Night, His Highness Can’t Continue His Acting After Reading My Mind!

  Chapter 258 258: Nangong Mo, what are you doing undressing?

  Ms. Qin asked the accompanying maid, and finally learned what happened. Although she was a little surprised, she also thought otherwise.

   After all, it is the Eastern Palace, a model of etiquette, so it is natural to strictly abide by the etiquette.

  So, she persuaded Lin Yanran through the door, but Lin Yanran was in such a bad mood that she couldn't listen.

  Qin had no choice but to choose what she liked to hear and say:

   "Ordinary people only need to abide by this rule after they get engaged. Those with lower status are not allowed to meet each other until one month before the big wedding. It can be seen that the lower the class, the looser the etiquette."

   "So Yan'er, the person you want to marry is the crown prince, who is the prince of the country! The stricter the etiquette system you observe, the more it will show your dignity!"

   Qin's earnest words finally comforted Lin Yanran a little.

   "Yan'er, good boy, don't be too stubborn, what should you do if you get angry?"

  Lin Yanran's muffled voice came from the room, "The imperial decree didn't specify the date of marriage, so how long will I have to wait to see the crown prince?"

  When Qin Shi heard this, she felt that she was suffering from lovesickness!

  She smiled meaningfully, "It is said that a long absence is better than a new marriage. You and the prince, the longer you wait, the more precious he will be to you after the wedding."

  Lin Yanran didn't seem to believe her words, the room was silent for a while, and then she gnashed her teeth.

   "Mother, why don't you find a few more powerful killers, I can't stand Lin Wanyue still living in this world now!"

   "An extra day for her to live is a torment for me!"

   Qin frowned when she heard this, "This..."

   "Mother, the Bai family used to be the richest man in Tianchu, and we have a lot of silver taels. Pay a high price and find the most vicious and powerful killer. I want Lin Wanyue to die without a place to bury her!"

  Mr. Qin listened firmly to her words. So he nodded, "That's fine, mother will ask someone to find out."

   "Actually, I have already inquired about some of them during this period of time. Mother, have you heard of the Wusheng Gate?"

   Qin Shi was startled, "Wushengmen?"

   "That's right! Hundreds of ghosts walk in the night, the King of Hades is demanding his life, chasing after his soul, until he dies."

   "It is rumored that as long as a person is on their assassination list, even if they have the ability to reach the sky, even if they hide in the ends of the earth, they will be killed!"

   "For thousands of years, in Jiuzhou, there have been countless kings, ministers, powerful generals, leaders of the green forest, leaders of the martial arts, and countless supreme beings who have both black and white have become the souls of their swords!"

   "Even if Lin Wanyue has nine lives, she can't escape their pursuit! Mother, we will choose this one."

  Ms. Qin was a little speechless. Of course, she had heard some legends about the Wushengmen.

   "Here, Lin Wanyue is just a little trash, and now she is only able to jump up and down with the support of that cripple, and she is not qualified to find the door of Wusheng, is she not qualified? Or, let's change it?"

  In fact, the Qin family was worried that the legend of the Wushengmen was too terrifying, and no one wanted to have anything to do with them.

  Whether it is to become someone on their kill list or go to them to negotiate business, it is a terrible thing. It is best not to be contaminated with them forever.

  But Lin Yanran was obviously dizzy with anger, no matter how Qin shi acted with emotion and reason, she couldn't listen at all.

   Finally, he threw out an angry sentence, "If you don't want to, then I will go find them myself."

  In the end, Qin had no choice but to promise her first.

  …

  Eastern Palace, study room.

  After repatriating Lin Yanran, Mingde hurried back to the study to report to Nangong Jue.

   "Your Highness, Second Miss has gone back."

  Nangong Jue was sitting in front of the case, lowering his head to review the memorial. Hearing this, he didn't lift his eyelids, and only gave a faint 'hmm'.

  Mingde saw it in his eyes, and shook his head in his heart:

  Your Highness is also pitiful! No matter how reluctant this marriage is in my heart, I have to accept it.

  Who said that a person in a high position must be able to do what he wants?

  All beings are born free, but everywhere they are in chains.

  Not to mention the prince, even the emperor, why not?

   "How did the investigation of the man in red last time go?"

  Mingde was feeling emotional, when he heard the prince ask a question, Mingde was taken aback by the hidden murderous look in that voice, and quickly bent down and replied respectfully:

   "Returning to Your Highness, the Spy Shadows are still being investigated. For the time being... there is no news yet."

   Nangong Jue raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly.

  Mingde's heart trembled violently and fell to his knees with a 'plop', "This old slave is not doing well, please come down to the prince!"

   Nangong Jue looked at him for a moment, then coldly withdrew his gaze, and threw out two words:

   "Seven days."

   "Yes! The old servant must have someone step up the investigation, and give His Highness a satisfactory answer within seven days! Otherwise, I will come to see you!"

  …

  This night, Yunran didn't wash up as quickly after dinner as before, and lay on the bed to read the storybook.

  She asked someone to prepare a wooden barrel, which was filled with hot water mixed with medicinal materials.

  Nangong Mo watched from the side for a while, and then very consciously began to undress.

  Yunran saw his movements out of the corner of his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Nangong Mo, it's just soaking your feet. What are you doing with your clothes off?"

  The man didn't take it seriously, he moved gracefully and continued to undress.

   "You don't understand this, do you? After soaking your feet, the heat is steaming, and you will naturally sweat. Of course, you have to take off your clothes."

  Yun Ran was too lazy to listen to his unreasonable reasoning, and cast a cold look at him, "Don't take off your shirt, come here, take off your shoes, roll up your trouser legs and stretch your feet in."

  Nangong Mo cooperatively turned the wheelchair to the wooden barrel, glanced into the barrel, "Lin Wanyue, do you want to scald me to death?"

   "A certain person's skin is as thick as a city wall, so he's afraid of being burned? Besides, aren't your legs completely numb? You can't even feel the heat!"

  The man heard the words, looked at Yunran for a while with the eyes of an idiot, and said solemnly:

   "I don't feel the heat, but it doesn't mean that my legs won't be burnt, but it goes against your original intention of healing."

   "Lin Wanyue, you look like a clever girl, why are you so stupid? Didn't you grow up eating stupid grass?"

  Stupid grass, it is said that it grows on the Mobei grassland, a plant that will make you stupid if you eat it.

  Hearing what he said, Yunran almost couldn't hold back and gave him a brick directly.

   "Hmph! For the sake of you being injured, I don't care about you. Hurry up, the water will be cold in a while."

  Yun Ran urged him to stretch his feet in, and at the same time brought a medicine box in front of him.

  After opening it, Nangong Mo's eyes were almost dazzled by the glittering gold and silver needles inside.

   A whole box full of needles!

  The lengths are different, the thicknesses are different, and even the shapes are different.

  Nangong Mo looked at the whole box of needles, his handsome face was stiff, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and even a few drops of cold sweat rolled down his forehead and corners of his eyes.

  Damn girl, is she planning to tie him up into... a hedgehog?

  Nangong Mo pulled the corner of his stiff mouth, and said with difficulty:

   "Lin Wanyue, isn't this... a little too much preparation? It shouldn't be so much, right?"

   And the seven-inch-long finger thick sickle-shaped needle... where is it going to be pierced?

  (end of this chapter)